Chapter 120: VOL 2 Chapter 65: Where’s my brother?
With a worried expression, Sofía ran to her room, where she grabbed her pocketknife and a black veil that she used to cover her head, making sure her face was hidden, since going out at that hour of the night was already dangerous, and if she showed her beauty on the street, she would only be asking for trouble.
Once she was ready, Sofía ran toward the entrance of the house, where she saw Clara approaching with slow steps, leaning against a wall. Clara's face was filled with worry as she bit her lips, trying to keep her frustration in check.
"Be very careful, Sofía. The street is dangerous at this hour, and even more so in this neighborhood. Please be very careful..." Clara spoke in a worried and remorseful tone as she looked Sofia straight in the eyes, one of her hands on the wall for support.
"I know, Clara. I'll try to be as careful as possible, but you take care of yourself too—don't overexert yourself."
Sofía nodded and spoke in a serious tone, then approached her sister to help her sit on a nearby chair. But just at that moment, three knocks sounded on the door, making the twins' hearts tighten because Martín had a key to the house—he wouldn't be knocking.
While settling Clara into the chair, Sofía looked straight into her eyes. Clara responded with a solemn nod. Quickly, Sofía hurried to the door, lowering the veil over her head as she picked up a sturdy-looking stick to one side. She fastened the chain on the door so that only a small gap could open.
Upon opening the door, what Sofía saw made her heart tighten painfully and filled her with panic. Standing there was José, one of the people from the neighborhood who worked in the mine with Martín. But what truly panicked Sofía was seeing him battered, blood covering his head and arms.
"What happened, José? Why are you alone? Where is Martín?" Sofía asked through the small opening in the door, her voice anxious as she tried to look around.
Hearing her sister's panicked voice made Clara, inside the house, go pale. She clenched her fists tightly, praying and begging with all her might that what she feared was not true. Meanwhile, José, a sturdy man who looked to be about thirty years old, with bronzed skin and dark hair, showed a troubled expression on his face and spoke with difficulty.
"Sofía, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid a tragedy has happened..."
José's words nearly caused Sofía's legs to give out beneath her. But not wanting to surrender to despair, she quickly bit her lips. Then, after dropping the stick in her hand to the side, she shut the door to remove the chain. A moment later, she flung the door open and pounced on José like a wild beast, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt as she questioned him, panicked.